Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1625 Piccolo's Defeat
Immediately afterwards, a series of "crack" sounds rang out, and countless cracks appeared on all seven Dragon Balls, eventually turning them into seven lifeless piles of gray stones.

The Dragon Balls, which created miracles, are now completely dead.

Piccolo, hovering amidst the falling ashes, slowly withdrew his arm, shaking off the remaining, rapidly dissipating golden particles of light. He took a deep breath of the air, thick with the aura of destruction, a look of utter ecstasy and satisfaction on his face.

He did it.

He not only regained his youth and strength, but also personally strangled "hope" itself, crushing the so-called "miracle" under his feet!

At this moment, he truly issued the most arrogant and terrifying challenge to the laws of this world!

He landed slowly, standing once more before his two trembling subordinates, his voice as cold as ice:
"Do you see? This is what happens when you disobey me, even if it's a god."

"Now, nothing can stop me anymore. This world will tremble and grovel at my feet!"

"Lord Demon King!"

Danbalin and Simbalu both got excited.

A torrent of power surged and roared through my veins, and the vitality of youth burned through every cell.

Driven by extreme self-confidence, Piccolo Daimaō set his sights on the nominal ruling core of this world—if he was going to conquer, he would crush all symbols of resistance from the highest point.

He immediately led two of his men straight to the world's power center: the World Government headquarters.

In his mind, or rather, in his memories from hundreds of years ago before he was sealed away by Mutaito, the so-called human rulers were nothing more than fat pigs hiding in magnificent palaces and protected by weak soldiers.

Kill the king, destroy the command structure, and chaos will spread like a plague, leaving only one-sided slaughter and takeover. He could even picture in his mind the ugly expressions of terror and despair on the faces of the ants around him as that old head was crushed.

However, when he descended upon that area of ​​his memory as a demon king, radiating a suffocating aura, the scene that greeted him caused his boiling killing intent to falter slightly.

The royal palace of my memory has vanished. In its place stands a colossal, endless, silver-gray metal structure.

Its lines are cold and hard, its angles are sharp, and its countless towers flashing signal lights pierce the sky like swords, exuding a cold, efficient, and emotionless majesty.

The high-strength alloy walls reflect a cold light under the sun, and subtle patterns of energy flow are faintly visible on them.

In the air, instead of the birds or rudimentary aircraft he had imagined, there were flocks of uniformly shaped, silent shuttle patrol boats gliding by. Their surfaces were covered with advanced optical camouflage, and their engines were almost silent, with only the low hum of the air currents they created as they passed by.

"Hmph, a turtle shell that's all show and no substance."

Piccolo suppressed the sudden sense of unfamiliarity that welled up within him and grinned maliciously. Mere human creations were nothing but illusions before absolute power! He didn't even bother searching for the entrance; with a wave of his hand, a blazing beam of energy, poised to strike, distorted the air and roared towards the seemingly heaviest and most imposing doorway—he intended to announce his arrival in the most savage way possible!
boom--! ! !
The deafening explosion arrived as expected, followed by billowing waves of scorching air and thick smoke.

However, when the smoke cleared, Piccolo's sinister smile froze instantly.

The massive metal gate that had withstood his attack did not melt through or shatter as expected. A layer of pale blue energy film rippled on its surface like water before quickly settling back down, revealing that the main structure of the gate was... completely intact!
Only large areas of charred burn marks and some tiny pits remain on the surface, which are slowly healing under some kind of nanoscale self-repair mechanism.

"What?!" Danbalin exclaimed in shock.

Piccolo's pupils suddenly contracted.

Just then, countless armor plates silently slid off the cold, massive metal wall, revealing a dense array of cannon muzzles flashing deadly red dots. These weren't the gunpowder weapons he was familiar with, but beam generators brimming with highly concentrated energy! Simultaneously, at least a hundred loudspeakers emitted a single, perfectly synchronized electronic tone, echoing throughout the airspace:

"Extremely high energy response and hostile behavior detected. Confirmed as an SSS-level threat. In accordance with Article 1 of the World Government Security Law, 'Destruction' authority is granted. Defense forces, suppress immediately."

The voice was cold, devoid of anger, fear, or even a trace of surprise; it was purely a procedural judgment and execution.

Before the words were even finished, the muzzles of those cannons were already flashing with a chilling light.

"You're asking for death!" Piccolo roared in fury, the shame instantly overwhelming his earlier astonishment. His aura surged, and demonic light exploded!
With a flurry of swings, countless powerful energy projectiles rained down on the turrets like a meteor shower. Danbalin and Simbal roared and unleashed their power, following suit with their attacks, unleashing beams of magical energy and shockwaves that raged everywhere.

The explosions continued to erupt on the walls, destroying many turrets and scattering debris everywhere. But more turrets immediately filled the firepower gaps, and their attacks were not chaotic.

Countless crimson high-energy beams wove together a dense and precise web of death, not scattering blindly, but rather intersecting and cascading in an efficient and calculated pattern!
Even more alarming is that the power of these beams far exceeds expectations! Each strike is incredibly concentrated and has extremely strong penetrating power, enough to easily tear apart thick alloy steel plates.

Piccolo's protective energy field was violently disrupted, ripples spreading everywhere. Dambalin and Simbal were in even worse shape, desperately dodging attacks; their protective auras, after being struck by several beams of light, began to show signs of instability!

"What kind of weapons are these?!"

Simbal frantically parried a beam of light aimed at his eyes, his arm going numb from the shock.

In the air, the shuttle-shaped aircraft that had been cruising also joined the battle. They were extremely agile and maneuvered at high speeds, firing binding traction beams and paralyzing electric nets from tricky angles. Although they could not directly trap Piccolo, they greatly interfered with his movements and energy gathering, making him extremely annoyed.

Some aircraft hovered far away, with complex mirror arrays protruding from their bottoms, beginning to gather an unsettling amount of energy.

"Annoying flies!" Piccolo roared, unleashing a beam of light that blasted a spacecraft that couldn't dodge in mid-air. But more spacecraft swarmed in like sharks smelling blood.

(End of this chapter)